Rather than use the simple and FREE ability to use messages, i saw it fit to reply to the few lost souls within the confines of this board...

Malak- I always believed treehuggers was another antagonistic term for Druids. I am nay a druid so your "Vision" is obviousely of someone else.

Juniper- Speak not less ye wish to be spoken of! I do not publicy chastise people over their past, i suggest you nay do the same as your past, and present for the matter, is rather "Controversial."

Silverlock- Who hasn't killed a rat?

To anyone whom wishes to pursue this further i say one simple yet beatiful saying, "Judge not less ye wish to be judged!" In other words, think before you speak otherwise your words may return someday.

Now onto something that has a shred of worthiness to grace this board....


Yesterday, within the source that i have sat for which seems an eternity, i had a breakthrough within my trials of power. I summoned forth the channels, all active once again, and proceeded to combine them into a force able to recieve the elements of Sapience. As i rubbed my hands and laid them on the flame of elemental power, as Teneb suggested i do, a mighty and furious gust of wind blew through the room as if Lord Vastar had been angry. My hands glowed with a golden hue and through every inch was a penetrating piercing pain that no mortal could indure.
My body felt the awe-inspiring power flow throughout it like the waters rage through the many rivers of Sapience. I could nay take no more of the pain and quickly removed my hands; i fell limp to the ground lacking endurance to do even the simplist of tasks.

The test proved negative but gave me more ideas to try the power another day when my strength returned. I shall try again when my physicality can endure more, perhaps i shall enlist the assistance of Teneb next attempt.


I apoligize to anyone whom may have read my first words as negative or non-peaceful, it twas nay meant to be so. Frustration and droopy eyes beat with a furious vengance across every inch of my body, the times are getting harder and harder as the years go by. I just pray that life will be sweet and lucious to every being that inhabites the great lands of Achaea. Blessed be to you all!

-Xianty

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Scarlatan, in the year 274 AF.